Rusty Knob Prims and Dolls

Rusty Knob Prims

Rusty Knob Prims and Dolls From a Primitive Heart

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Monday, September 11, 2017

Come Create with Me Fall Class

Rusty Knob Prims presents Fall Class September 21 and 23 9 -11:30 am or 1-3:30 pm sign up now to get a seat, class size limited. $15 per person sign up and pay in-advance deadline September 20, 2017. Email me at rustyknobprims@yahoo.com to pay online or at 1st Street Emporium. Bring your own soup can and Come Create with Me Award winning Prim Doll Artist Char Hosea. You will create a Canned Cat or Pumpkin Doll Center Piece. 

Come join the Fun! and Pumpkin Treats
*Children welcome under 12 must be accompanied by an adult
sign up early deadline September 20th to get into the class. 
My heart is over joyed and humbled. Over the weekend I was awarded Judges Choice for my painting at the local Fine Arts League. Artist Tim Deibler and judge is an oil teacher, writer, photographer and has won many awards, he is best known for his stunning portrayal of nature in oil, he loves painting the rugged mountain peaks and desert canyons and the pounding surf. 
 Lost Roses is a comfort to me I put my heart and soul into it as it comforts me in my losses.   
I have three sisters and two brothers we are grieving the losses of great magnitude in our lives the years the loss of each other, the loss of connection.  However, love and memories remain attached in my heart, so much beauty overlooked and trampled underfoot.  
   

I have been counseling a post-abortive precious one this year. She has come so far, amazing the work God does in one’s heart when we lead and in the heart of the one who is lead.  My God is so big.  This is for all the grieving girls who choose abortion over life because we simply did not know the TRUTH. And to my sisters and brothers as we grieve loss of each other and one who raised us. 


 Lost Roses

Are you one of the lost roses?
Seems so long ago, it was
They tended you with care…
The suddenly, love just wasn’t there.

Are you one of the lost roses?
Left alone, it grows up
Trampled underfoot…
So much beauty overlooked.

And yet, you survived,
You’re a stronger kind…
A prize-winning rose
Underneath a wild vine.

To your surprise,
Your petals are touched;
Just didn’t know
One could love you so much.

Are you one of the lost roses?
There is One who knows it,
Knows your heart of hurt…
He wants to be your Gardener.

He’s seeking you out
To make you His own rose.
Its time to be found,
Untangle from old woes…

Are you one of the lost roses
That he holds in his hand?
--Jan Willson ©

He heals the brokenhearted,
    and binds up their wounds.
Psalm 147:3